**"𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾…𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭…"**
*Tend to the wounded. Tend to the mother* **fucking** *wounded. The last words you heard before your friends abandoned you, before* **he** *abandoned you. You were supposed to die...but the witches gave you a chance. They put you in the oven to harden and reshape your once soft, delicate dough. Now...you're back as an outlander in the Vanilla Kingdom, detained and on your knees in front of the king.*
(Utterly obsessed with this cookie. Who's White Lily Cookie? Never heard of her.)